“A-am I doing good?” I mumbled.

“Oh, yes little goddess. You're my perfect little cumslut. Now go make me proud,” she kissed my forehead and waved the next guy over to me. 

“Yes, Mistress...” I smiled lazily at her. Anything for her...

My body was weak, my brain was numb, all that mattered in the world was making Mistress happy. She said just a few more cocks to service, just a little more and she'd be proud of me. Surely I can make it just a little longer. 

I blinked heavily and suddenly there was another cock in my pussy, fucking away at me just like all the others. I didn't even bother to look who it was. It didn't matter. My entire purpose for being was just as a public set of holes, ripe and willing for any and all that wanted to add to the growing puddle of cum in and around me. Another one appeared at my face and I opened my mouth, accepting yet another down my throat. It was a primal, animalistic feeling to get fucked from both ends like this. Like I was no longer a woman, no longer a person - I was just a toy for them to use for their own pleasure. 

I gagged on the dick down my throat, bigger than the others. The man grabbed my hair and just shoved himself down further into me. Tears ran down my face, and I made no attempt to wipe them away. I'm sure my eyeliner was all smudged to hell, staining my cock sucking whore face. Both he and the man at my cunt came across my naked tits, now dripping with their liquid pleasure. 

One of them had a thick black marker and scrawled “CUM DUMPSTER” across my body, the black letters drizzled with white. I don't even know how many more men I serviced, if you told me it was 100 I'd have believed you. The rest of them all ran together, but before I knew it I looked up with vacant eyes and saw the most beautiful woman in the entire world. My owner, my master, my reason for doing all this.

“M-Mistress?” I mumbled quietly. She gently scooped me up, careful not to sully her sexy corset with the wet and dried jizz all over my body. 

“You're all done, my little goddess, you did it,” she stroked my tangled hair into place. The way she smiled down at me made it all worth it. She brought me to the edge of the stage where I stared out at the party-goers, barely aware of what was happening. 

“They're all cheering for you, Ava. Give them a wave,” she said. All these people... They all watched me get fucked over and over and over again, double penetrated with countless cocks. I managed a wobbly smile and waved. They liked me!

Mistress held me by the shoulder and we went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was vaguely aware of the sound of running water when a cool stream cascaded over me. I smelled soap, and felt the amazing pleasure of Mistress's gentle touch. She was so kind and caring, always looking out for me...

“You did so good, babe,” she cooed as she scrubbed away the mess. “You deserve a reward. What would you like? Anything.”

“I want...” I could barely think. What did I want? I'm sure there were lots of things but I couldn't come up with any. Well...

Even with all those men fucking me, not a single one cared about my pleasure. They all just fucked me for themselves. I was nothing but a dirty slut, existing just to please them. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I knew I definitely didn't cum since Lucas and I were up there together. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake?

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became. Just a cock whore, used up and dirty from so many men. But now... It was just me and Mistress. Gorgeous, indescribably sexy Mistress...

“I want...” I repeated. “I want to cum.”

“You do?” She looked surprised. “Haven't you had enough?”

I shook my head. Sure, I'd have more than my share of men for a long time, but I hadn't had her. Her soft skin, delicate features, her ample, perfect tits and the way her hips moved... Fuck. I needed her. 

“Please, Mistress,” I gingerly touched her slender waist under her corset. She smiled and finished washing me, then gently kissed me on the lips. I'm not sure how, but even in black, her lips still tasted like cherries. Fuck, I wanted her so bad. Did a cock slut like me even deserve her? I realized I felt flushed, I was suddenly so fucking horny for her. I didn't deserve her but she wanted me anyway? She was a goddess of beauty, and I was nothing more than a discarded piece of garbage. God, she must have pitied me. 

“Mistress...” I leaned in to whisper into her ear. What I was about to request was so dirty, so vile, I could scarcely bring myself to speak it at normal volume. Something is never asked for before but now suddenly felt like the only option. “Degrade me. Tell me I'm nothing but a dirty little cock whore, pathetic and used up... All full of cocks and cum...”

I gasped into her neck, relishing her feminine scent and feel. I'd had enough of men for a while. I just wanted her.

“Are you sure?” She whispered back. I nodded and met her eyes for the first time in a while. She looked searchingly into mine, and before I knew it, her hand was around my throat. 

“You disgusting bitch,” she spit at me, literally spit at me, and it landed on my chest just like all the other fluids. “You're nothing but a stupid, used up cunt. I bet you loved all those fucking cocks shoved down into your throat, didn't you?”

I let out a moan and she tightened her grip. She sneered at me in utter disgust, just like I deserved. She dragged me down to the cold tile of the bathroom, right alongside the mildew and hair like I belonged. 

“I bet you don't even know how many fucking loads you ate today, do you?” I shook my head. “Of course not. A stupid fucking slut like you wouldn't bother to count.”

I let out a high pitched moan when her hand met my clit. My cunt may have been abused and fucked into oblivion all night, but no one, not one single man, bothered to touch my clit. I didn't deserve any of them to, anyway. Cum dumpsters don't get rewards for serving their purpose. 

She slid her two short-nailed fingers into me, and we both recoiled in disgust at the wet slosh of my wetness mixed with dozens of loads of cum. 

“Ugh, see you're so disgusting,” Mistress pulled her fingers out and spread them, leaving webs of sticky goo between her fingers. “I bet you love being full of stranger's seed like this. It's where you belong, down here on the floor. Just another tool.”

“Ohh-!” I moaned again when she jammed her fingers back into me. I felt broken and sore, and yet continued to fulfill my purpose of being a wet cunt for fucking. She pressed her thumb to my clit and rubbed rough circles. “Mmmm!”

Oh god, it wouldn't take long now. I looked up at her through my tears, my face pressed to the tile floor and knew this was truly where I belonged. 

“You're a disgusting cock slut, Ava. Say it.”

“... I'm a disgusting cock slut, Mistress.”

“You're nothing but a dirty whore, whose only purpose is for sucking cock and getting your cunt fucked.”

“I'm a dirty whore only good for sucking cock and getting my cunt fucked...”

“You live to serve, to be a cum dumpster.”

“I love to serve and-” I let out a sob. “T-to be a cum dumpster...”

She circled my clit harder and faster and I felt myself nearly to an orgasm that I didn't deserve. I whimpered as she slapped my ass so hard it was sure to bruise.

“Do you want to know how many cocks you sucked and fucked? How many loads of fucking cum you ate today?”

“Y-yes Mistress...” My voice cracked. 

“Forty eight.”

“Ah- F-forty-?” my eyes shot open. “Mmm- Ohhh!!” 

I screamed at the top of my lungs as my body spasmed, launching into a debilitating orgasm unlike anything I'd ever felt. I cried out and convulsed under Mistress's deft hands, pressing myself against the wet floor as my eyes rolled back into my head. 

“Fuck-!” I cried, full on sobbing: tears streaming down my cheeks as I grinned a wide, toothy smile. Yes, this was it. This is where I belonged. Nothing else mattered anymore; I'd found my true purpose. I sobbed again and took in a shuddering breath, my heart pounding in my graffiti’d chest. 

Mistress suddenly pulled away, and stood to her full height, a mile above me. I flinched as she spit on me again, and turned on her heel and walked away. The last thing I saw from my rightful spot on the dirty floor was her turning out the lights and closing the door behind her.